When Lando meets Oscar for the first time, he thinks he dislikes Oscar, the rookie bringing back memories from Lando's past, which he had vowed to never think about again. Being near him is hard, and he has trouble hiding his dislike. When the fans and the media notice, McLaren is quick to step in, making both driver's sign a contract to be in a fake relationship for the reminder of the season. As Lando struggles with his past, Oscar is always by his side and despite the Australian causing him to confront his past, he can't help but realize that the hate he believed to feel when he first met Oscar, wasn't hate after all. It was the complete opposite and Lando has to learn to feel again, when the last time he allowed someone into his heart, he was hurt badly. ----- TW: mentions of physical abuse, mentions of sexual assault, panic attacks, mentions of psychological abuse

Some memories disappear. Others wait. What's left between them is silence, careful distance and memories that hurt too much to touch. Can love be rebuilt when only one heart remembers? - amnesia trope - slow burn

Lando has always been McLaren's golden boy, their leader, their future. But after a season where Oscar proved himself time and time again, doubt starts to creep in. Is he still the priority? Is McLaren still his team? For Oscar, the season was a test in patience. He played his role, followed the plan, allowed the team to back Lando when it mattered. But now, with the fight for 2025 looming, he wonders, should he stop waiting for his moment? Should he take it? Friendship, rivalry, ambition. Two teammates, one team, and a battle for dominance that can only be settled on track.

Lando Norris is the campus celebrity-streamer, showman, always surrounded by laughter and admirers. Yet, no matter how many fans orbit him, his gaze fixes on one boy. He sneaks into classes he doesn't belong in, always with chocolate milk just for excuses, and blurts it out without shame. "I want you." Oscar Piastri isn't like the others. He's quiet, focused, an archer on scholarship who builds his life out of discipline. Where Lando is loud, Oscar is steady. Where Lando craves attention, Oscar avoids it. And every time Lando appears at his side, Oscar pushes him back. "What do you want from me this time?" Oscar demands, arms crossed. But things shift when Lando hits a breaking point-his manuscript thrown away, his heart cracked open in front of George and Max. Rumors flood the internet after a livestream slip, whispers of "Landoscar" spreading faster than either can stop. Oscar watches from the shadows, jealousy gnawing at him when Paul or even Kimi hover too close. He does things he swore he wouldn't. Saves the manuscript, copies notes for Charles just to get Lando's address. "I want-Lando's home address." Charles blinked in disbelief. "No. Nope. Not you. You'd never pull a stunt like this. You. Hate. Lando." But hate was never the truth. Jealousy was. Fear was. And when Oscar showed up at Lando's apartment, the walls finally broke. "O-Oscar...?" Lando whispered, clinging to the doorframe. And in the quiet of that moment, he admits the words he's hidden for too long. Oscar confesses, his voice trembling. Oscar wants Lando to choose him. Still. Always. And then-raw, unfiltered, aching- "I've lost. I've fallen for you. Again and again. I can't fight it anymore." Reality was messy, though. Promises whispered with hooked pinkies, nights tangled on the sofa in pajamas. "You're sure, none of this is from some stupid dare?"

"Dude, Spiderman was opposite the building again! He's been there so much recently, I'm starting to think he lives here or something." Oscar choked on a french fry, lightly patting his chest and grabbing his drink to wash it down. "Have you thought about the fact that he probably likes the area?" "No! He goes there with a hoodie and a backpack, he's probably on his way home or something! Could you imagine? Spiderman could actually live in the flats opposite us!" Lando exclaimed, turning his head to the window and he could slightly see the same building. The world now becoming suffocated by the increasing darkness, the sunset long gone. Oscar pinches the bridge of his nose, "I think you're reading into this way too much, mate." OR Lando is obsessed with the friendly-neighbourhood Spiderman and Oscar is his good best friend that listens. (Book cover was created by the lovely @VEBA5TIAN on twt ♡)

When Mercedes, a solo traveler and commercial pilot, finds herself dining alone in Monaco, she never expects the evening to take such a surreal turn. But across the room, she spots Lando Norris, the famous Formula 1 driver, trying to enjoy a quiet dinner away from the constant media buzz. Realizing how little genuine human interaction he likely experiences, Mercedes decides to pretend she doesn't recognize him, offering him a rare moment of normalcy. Their casual conversation about racing, aviation, and life on the road quickly evolves into a connection neither of them anticipated. As the evening unfolds, Mercedes and Lando share an unexpected camaraderie, with Mercedes carefully navigating the line between fan and stranger. But when the truth comes out and Lando realizes she knew exactly who he was all along, it sparks something neither of them expected. Their encounter, initially born out of a small deception, soon turns into a bond that transcends their high-profile worlds. The Deception is a heartwarming and unexpected story of two people from different worlds finding comfort in each other's company - and discovering that sometimes, the truth isn't as important as the connection that forms in its place. *THIS IS BASED IN THE YEAR 2029*

They're teammates, ex-somethings, and way too good at pretending it never happened. Fast cars, hot tempers, and a whole lot of unresolved tension. This is Burnout. And they're both already running on fumes. Or short: Another landoscar story

What started as one of Lando Norris's dumbest moments spirals into something he never expected - fake rumors, accidental kisses, scheming friends, and far too many sleepless nights in Oscar Piastri's arms. Between chaotic interviews, tense races, and quiet moments under the stars, Lando learns that maybe losing his head around Oscar isn't a problem at all...it's love. A story of spirals, grounding, friendship, and finally saying I do.

Lando Norris isn't dying. That's what he keeps telling himself. He's just-tired. Too tired. The kind of tired that makes your hands tremble when you paint, that makes your world fade to white under fluorescent light. When he collapses in the middle of the street, it should've just been another headline: Campus art boy passes out, again. But that day, someone caught him-literally. A photography major with shaking hands and a camera still strapped to his neck. Oscar Piastri didn't mean to care. But he did. They meet again, the sunlight from the tall panes framed him in soft gold-Lando slumped over a desk, heartbeat uneven, breath too shallow. Oscar's voice cuts through the silence. "Sleep well." And somehow, Lando listens. He shouldn't feel anything. Not this warmth blooming in his chest. Not this quiet safety whenever Oscar looks at him like he's not fragile. "Why do you keep helping me?" Lando asks one day, voice cracking between guilt and hope. Oscar shrugs, eyes soft. "Because you keep falling." Then there's George-best friend, chaos incarnate-who would fight the whole hospital if he could. Feeling Max's quiet stare on him, George yanks Lando up to use him as a shield. "What?! You wanna fight, huh?!" His little fists tremble inside his cardigan sleeves. Max doesn't even blink. "Try me," the doctor deadpans, flipping a chart. Between sleepless nights, half-drunk cups of coffee, and the hum of a heart that beats too fast for its own good, Lando begins to draw again. And maybe-just maybe-he's learning how to live again, too. Because this time, when Oscar offers his hand, Lando doesn't pull away. a slow heartbeat turning into melody. a story about falling, again and again, and choosing to stay.